Why had he come to Valoran? Where had he come from? Had he known any other life before this? Questions such as these weighed on his fragile mind, like the last flickers of light before an eclipse. Whether it was over the course of decades or centuries, Veigar never knew, but eventually the yordle’s magic and appearance started to twist in response… Miserable beyond imagining, Veigar became a reluctant witness as Mordekaiser's vile deeds empowered him to near-immortality. Indeed, terror was what seemed to fuel this dreadful empire. Veigar performed grisly enchantments against his will-some strengthening his master’s dominion, others simply evoking terror for terror’s sake. He was not the only captive in that hellish place, but such isolation was the worst and most cruel form of torture for a yordle.

Knowing that yordles were craftier than any of the mortal races, Mordekaiser bound Veigar to the physical plane, preventing him even from escaping to Bandle City. Imprisoned in the heart of the warlord’s new, monolithic fortress, Veigar was forced to turn his magic to darker purposes. He snatched him up in one iron gauntlet, and dragged his prize away as the other mages were put to the sword. Looming over them in his accursed battleplate, his keen eye fell upon Veigar, and Mordekaiser recognized the yordle for what he truly was. The brutal warlord Mordekaiser and his armies swept across the lands, crushing and enslaving any who would oppose his rule, and the mages of the order-unskilled in war-were of little value to this tyrant. They did not think to question this eager newcomer, and he taught them to draw hope from the patterns created by the movements of the stars.īut while many toiled to rebuild the world, others sought to conquer it. Imagining himself already a master of these mystical arts, the yordle joined an order of mages in the Noxii territories, hoping to learn more of their craft.

Scattered survivors looked to the heavens, and their renewed study of ancient celestial magic piqued Veigar’s interest. Among them is the sorcerer Veigar.Īfter the Great Darkin War left the world in ruin many centuries ago, the only light that seemed to shine on Valoran came from the skies above. Yet, sadly, there are also those yordles who lose their way. While these curious creatures often leave to dwell among mortal races for a time, they generally return with fresh tales and new experiences to recount. Their fabled home of Bandle City is said to be a mysterious, spiritual place, filled with odd trinkets and keepsakes gathered from across the material realm. Now a stubborn creature with the dark fury of the stars at his command, Veigar is often underestimated by others-and though he believes himself truly evil, there are some who still question his deeper motivations…įor most of the peoples of Runeterra, yordles are not typically something to be feared. As a free-spirited inhabitant of Bandle City, he once longed to learn more of the celestial magic practiced by mortals, but his natural curiosity was twisted by imprisonment in the Immortal Bastion. An enthusiastic yordle sorcerer, Veigar has embraced powers that few others dare even approach.

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